
Wizzard Sleeve's "No Mongo" is one fantastic slab of something awesome. One could call it fuzz or scuzz or lo-fi or punk or psych and you'd be right. One could come up with clever metaphors like "Early Jay Reatard soaked in robo," or "Like Seattle Sludge meets The Smell," or "Like what music from Brooklyn would be sound like if it had any balls," and you'd be right. The Mobile, Alabama band pulls from varied underground movements and a wide swath of scenes and whips them into one wild, reverb heavy mix. One where there may be one overriding riff, [...]